Zhang Chu grabbed Huang Zhiyong.

How can such a brave guy be an ordinary rifleman?

Big Eight is not for you!

You'll want to have your own weapon......

"It's yours!"

Zhang Chu handed the other party a Browning BAR automatic rifle.

This is actually an early assault rifle. It's just that the bullets used are too powerful. Resulting in a strong recoil.

Even a well-trained gunner will find it difficult to master it proficiently.

So, it is equipped with a small number.

Later, a bipod was simply added and used as a light machine gun.

If you use an intermediate power bullet, you would have been famous all over the world, and you wouldn't have anything to do with AK.

"What kind of gun is this?"

"Browning automatic rifle."

"Automatic?"

"As long as you hold down the trigger, you will shoot continuously. Until the bullets run out. ”

"Submachine guns?"

"It's not."

"Light machine gun?"

"It's not."

Zhang Chu shook his head.

What kind of gun is BAR? I can't say.

Anyway, it's an automatic weapon. Able to provide sustained firepower. The firepower is fiercer than the big eight.

"Just call it Browning."

"Browning...... Is there a Czech style? ”

"Nope."

Zhang Chu refused.

What a czech!

None of the ammunition is universal.

Since it is an all-American machine, it is a all-American machine. Don't be nondescript.

You have to ask for this Browning.

Don't want it, you have to ask for it!

"Okay......"

Huang Zhiyong reluctantly took the automatic rifle.

It can be seen that he is very unconfident in this product.

Not even a bipod. It's completely different from ordinary light machine guns.

Can't help but want Czech ...... again

"Familiar!"

"The devil will be here soon!"

Zhang Chu threw down two sentences. Then he walked away.

Huang Zhiyong: ......

I had no choice but to explore it myself.

Luckily, he had been exposed to quite a few firearms. It is also gradually mastered.

I don't care about the amount or something. Because the Czech light machine gun also has weight. It's also heavy to shoot at the end.

The problem is that the Czech light machine gun had a handle. There is no such thing in front of you.

You can only shoot with a handguard on your handguard.

Feels like a submachine gun? But it's too much heavier.

"Click......

"Click......

Try shooting. Outcome......

The bullets flew away. None of the shots hit the target.

The huge recoil force made Huang Zhiyong almost unable to grasp it. Fortunately, it was not taken off.

Zhang Chu: ......

No way?

So bad?

Can't grasp it at all?

Or forget it. Give him a ......

Suddenly, I saw Huang Zhiyong gritting his teeth fiercely. The face was resolute.

But he refused to admit defeat. The more difficult it is to control the goods in your hand. The more he gritted his teeth and insisted. This thing must be conquered.

Outcome......

It's still all flying.

Zhang Chu walked over and stretched out his hand, "Give it to me!" ”

Huang Zhiyong handed over Barr stupidly.

Zhang Chu caught it. Change the magazine. Aim. Shoot. The action is done in one go.

"Click!"

"Click!"

Dull gunshots rang out.

Bullets rained down quickly.

The recoil is really large. It feels like the motor is vibrating continuously.

OK. He was in control.

Soon, all the bullets were gone.

Check the target.

"All hits!"

"All hits!"

Wang Shugen, who was in charge of reporting the target, shouted loudly.

Huang Zhiyong: ......

I was very surprised.

All hits?

How can it be?

This Zhang Chu, is his marksmanship so accurate?

The people around couldn't help but turn their heads and look at it clearly in disbelief.

All hits?

It's amazing......

Zhang Chu himself was also a little stunned.

How?

Hit them all?

Me?

How good is my marksmanship?

Rise. Look closely. Indeed it is. The whole target was smashed.

Twenty rounds after all. There is definitely a dispersion area for continuous shooting. The result is exactly the size of the target. It just so happened that the target was almost smashed to pieces.

"Staff Officer Zhang!"

Ma Xiaowu gave a thumbs up.

"Amazing!"

Guo Huai also gave a thumbs up.

Even Li Dayan couldn't help but glance at Zhang Chu more.

Zhang Chu: ......

Something seems wrong.

You're mistaken. I'm not a sharpshooter at all.

Coincidental.

It's a complete coincidence.

It's true.

Change the magazine.

Keep shooting.

It was just a coincidence. That's what I'm really at.

See......

"Click!"

"Click!"

A barrage of shots. The bullets all poured out.

As a result, it was all hits again. Uh, another target was broken. Almost crushed.

In full view of everyone, the target was completely torn apart by bullets.

Feeling the admiring eyes of everyone around him, Zhang Chu began to doubt life.

When did you get so good at marksmanship?

There's no reason for that!

Also, your strength seems to have increased a lot?

It felt a bit heavy to carry a normal rifle before. Now you don't feel like holding a BAR automatic rifle that weighs twice as much?

"Look at what, look!"

"Keep practicing!"

"Look at your own results! Shy no! Look at other staff officers again! ”

"Learn a little bit!"

In the silence, Guo Huai's roar suddenly came.

But it was he who was training the guerrillas. The level of shooting of those partisans was clearly worse.

Originally, Guo Huai felt that there was nothing. After all, they are all ordinary people who have temporarily picked up guns. However, Zhang Chu smashed the two targets with such a casual shuttle, which made him feel deeply pressured.

These guys, look at the main forces of others coming out. A real sharpshooter!

If your level is too bad, how can you be embarrassed to meet people when you meet the main force in the future?

Give me all the exercises!

Train to the death!

All eight bullets must be on target!

Otherwise......

No food to eat tonight!

Zhang Chu: ......

Seems self-defeating?

I have become a role model for others to follow?

No way?

If Li Yunlong knew, he would have to laugh and lose his big teeth.

Only three days into the army, can you be an example for others?

"I'll try!"

Li walked over with big eyes.

This old man is really not convinced.

I actually want to compete with two young people. Zhang Chu had to write a word for service.

"Click!"

"Click!"

Li Dayan picked up an automatic rifle and fired.

After a dull burst of gunfire, all twenty rounds were fired.

Unfortunately, only seven bullets hit the target. All the others are off target. In other words, two-thirds of the bullets are flying.

"It's still a young man."

"Old."

Li said slowly.

Hand the automatic rifle back to Zhang Chu.

Thumbs up at the same time.

In this way, others admired Zhang Chu even more.

Many people present know that this Li Dayan is an old gunman, who has been on the battlefield for twenty or thirty years, and it can be said that he has read countless people.

There are really few people who can make him admire.

Zhang Chu: ......

Well, I have a showdown.

I am indeed a sharpshooter.

Or a one-in-a-million super sharpshooter......

What is this more than 100 meters? I can hit with one shot from 800 miles away......

Grabbing a Garand semi-automatic rifle.

Not this time.

Raise your gun.

Aim.

Shoot.

Don't even look at the target.

It's all about feeling.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Eight bullets were shot out in one go.

Thought. If you don't look at the target like this, you will definitely not be able to hit the target with a single bullet.

Outcome......

"All hits!"

"All hits!"

Wang Shugen shouted again.

Zhang Chu was stunned.

What?

All hits again?

Hurriedly opened his eyes wide and raised his binoculars.

Yes, it really hit it all. The eight bullet holes are also very neatly arranged.

This......

Dizzy.

How can it be?

When did you become so godly?

Is it system cheating?

Turn your head to look around......

It turned out that everyone else turned around and ignored him.

It seems to say that we already know that you are good at marksmanship, so we don't need to continue to show off......

Zhang Chu: ......

Speechless and choked.

"Horn hook!"

"Horn hook!"

Evening.

Japanese reinforcements arrived.

It was about the same as Zhang Chu expected. That's two squadrons. About five hundred people.

There are also two battalions of the puppet army to assist. About seven hundred people.

The devil carried an infantry cannon.